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Sunday, August 12, 2012

Make A Wish

Yesterday was Princess Lollipop's special day celebrating her Golden Birthday. Folks in Texas never heard of it...don't know the orgin but it's something New Orleanians are familiar with. It means you turn the age of your date of birth. In this case PL turned 11 on the 11th, thus making it her Golden Birthday.

On this birthday I was thinking about what super special gift should I give to her. She received an assortment of things, clothes, money, cupcakes, and a limo ride with her cousin and bestie to a concert to see her favorite boy band Mindless Behavior. She was thrilled and proudly proclaimed that this was the best birthday ever.  I guess if I were 11 I would proclaim the same.  But I know something she doesn't know yet.

While all of those things seemed very appropriate at the time they are not the best gift she could have received. I wish to share with her so many things. I wish to share with her what I've learned from my 2 month old nephew Doodle Bug. When Doodle Bug wants something he wants it NOOOW! DB will cry at a 5 to send warning to stop what you are doing and tend to my needs. When it appears to him, his desires are ignored, he cranks it up to a 12 in 0-60 seconds flat followed by kicking and flaling his hands and feet around. No one taught him this...it comes natural to him and guess what? It works! He's caught someone's attention to stop what they are doing to tend to his immediate needs. This will continue for the rest of his life. As he gets older tantrums will be elemenatary, but he will learn other ways to get what he needs so that he's satisfied and most times it will be at the cost of others.

So why doesn't somethings come natural to us women like that? We learn most times the hard way to pacify ourselves usually with sticking a thumb in our mouths and just waiting until we get attended to at the lesiure of others....nothing like the Doodle Bug method!  I want Princess to know this. I want her to recognize these behaviors and know that she doesn't have to relinqish being who she is to tend to the immediate needs of someone else. A person should love her and be more than satisfied with her because she is her. But this super special gift of knowing this is not something you get on your 11th birthday. It's a gift that's continual that she will get every year from me. So when she needs it, she will have it, because she knows it in the fiber of her being, not like a memory of clothes, money and a concert. It will be like being introduced to God, once you know Him, you can't forget Him.

Friday, June 29, 2012

Sha Na-Na

Gratitude. I'm sure comes in many different languages and there are multiple ways to express gratitude. With Big Easy lingo, we tend to use figurative phrases a lot and one that express our gratitude is by way of dancing. We think so highly of ourselves. We think that a dance from us is so worthy of acceptance, we would do it at your wedding. So to show gratitude, we say..."Thank ya Baaby..Imma sha na-na all over the tables at your wedding." LOL! Can you imagine that? ...Somebody dancing on the tables at your wedding. New Orleanians embrace the high life through food, music, dancing and laughter so much as to show it graciously even in our appreciation. That's the only way we know how to be and I love it. I love to have a reason to show a warm appreciation. Yes indeed, I loves me a good Sha Na-Na.





Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Can't Argue With That... Now Can I?

Awhile back I wrote a piece on some meaningful phrases that I've invented or adopted to use for getting me through this year. But only one I find I use more than any other, proclaiming, "I ain't arguing this year!" This one is a life changer for me. It appears the more I embrace this phrase, the more I'm put to the test to exercise it. Not to mention, tests come in varieties, multiple directions and unsuspecting sources. Nevertheless I find myself returning to my favorite rule of thumb....not arguing.


It's obvious when you're tired of the same recurring problem to shut down or ignore, this will cause you to not bother. But recently I've realized it could be used for other dilemmas such as perception. I recently went on an interview with a panel of 4 and I was told by The Insider, and I quote, "Word on the street is that I was cold and defensive in the interview." My reply was, "OK. Thank you." Here's where I pulled out my handy dandy favorite phrase, "Can't argue with that, now can I?" The Insider pushed to know how I thought I presented myself. Professionally. That's how.

Let me give a little background. My last interview was almost 6 mos. ago and the one before that was over 10 years ago! I had another interview after this one and was a little bit more relaxed. I didn't interview for the job I'm in now so I'm a little rusty...well a lot rusty. I lost lots of sleep preparing for this gig and they thought I was defensive and cold. I guess they wondered if I could "play well with others", who knows? And I really couldn't argue because the shit is true! I can be cold and defensive. Obviously it was perceived in the interview and The Insider warned that this could be a problem.

My Supervisor made me aware she was contacted by the dept I interviewed with and she answered questions honestly regarding my work ethics and disposition which may explain why I can be perceived as being cold and defensive. She said that I am by the book and departments have a hard time being told they can't do something against regulations.

Here's my take. I will be me. I will do what I am supposed to do....most of the time. Sometimes the chips just needs to fall where they may, people need to think what they must (right or wrong) and we need to just pick and choose our battles carefully. You can't argue all the time. Can you argue with that? Nope!

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Bell Hoppers Don't Hop for Us

This is not the first time this has happened. Actually it happens quite often. Usually I feel compelled to tip the person who provides a service to me, even if the service isn't all that great, I know it's a hard tiresome job to wait on people everyday. I used to do it. However in this particular case I didn't feel so compelled. As I waited for M.O.M to collect his things off the shuttle I stood next to the outside check-in station. I was close enough but out of the way to observe and wait. I was waiting for confirmation and guess what? I got one.

I was paying attention to the lady in the parked van that arrived after our shuttle who was getting her bags to checkout. Immediately after the lady opened the door to the van the skycap started the show. He was so happy to see her and he let her know as she was still in the van collecting her belongings. By now, M.O.M and I were fully positioned at the skycap station ready to do business and waiting. And waiting. And waiting. When his attention on the ill prepared lady faded, he then stated, with his head down and eyes diverted, "I.D. or Boarding Pass". We were still and did not respond. His voice carried a little louder this time as he repeated, "I.D. or Boarding Pass". By now, I was certain he was talking to us. The skycap performed his show earlier for the lady in the van but little did he know, he was about to get a back stage pass to a performance he didn't know he had a ticket to.

Ordinarily I would be embarrassed, this time, I was proud.  M.O.M asked him who was he talking to just to make sure he wasn't mistaken and he had a witness to what's about to occur. The skycap said that he was talking to him. M.O.M replied by letting him know he was unaware that he was speaking to him at all by his body language. The skycap had to mention that he has been doing this job for 16 years and he knows what he was doing. After he checked our bags in and issued the boarding passes, I was disappointed because I didn't get the drama I was expecting from M.O.M..... understandably so... but I was proud because I didn't get the drama.

I asked how much did you tip him, he said don't worry about it, it wasn't much. But why do our people feel as though they have to be laxed or even kind of mean when serving us and they put on dancing shoes for 'the others'? Granted not all of us are like that, but the last two skycaps were proof. I guess M.O.M felt sorry for the bastard. I, on the other hand, told him he should have tipped him 16 pennies. I'm wrong, I know. Dance Mutha....! DANCE!

Tuesday, April 24, 2012

Use Billboards

Why is it that reading the signs for some people so difficult? There are things that I absolutely hate and to show my dismay I send little alerts that would...correction SHOULD prompt one to change course or divert. Maybe that's my problem...maybe I shouldn't send little alerts, I should do something on a more grand scale. For instance, I don't like lots of questions asked consecutively especially when I am eating. As a matter of fact, I don't care much for talking when I'm eating at all. So when I'm invited to conversation with questions, I send little signals that say, "Please don't fuck with me, I'm eating!" I know I know I know...I act like a damn caged animal sometimes behind some food. But the signals go like this, one-word, quick responses, minimal eye-contact or shaking my head yes or no for answers. There's no engaging, no inviting, no nothing! Just leave me alone! I'm eating! Get it? Read the signs! That's a small one about me I don't expect people to know right off hand, but there are others who have been around long enough to know how to read the signs.


M.O.M is in a fraternity and is heavily active. Well great for him! I don't mind it not one bit. Do you Boo! BUT not on my time. He wears his fraternity's shirt in public with me and I HATE it!!!!!!!!!!! LOL! When we go places, someone in the frat stops and speak and they hold conversations reliving their past about where they pledged and who they knew. Well Whooptie Freakin Doo! That's a wonderful way to eat up precious family time, not to mention I'm walking around with this talking fraternity advertisement. In the past I have mentioned, alerted, signaled and everything short of screaming please don't wear that with me in public. IGNORED.


That's what I used to get! Now I can't wait for him to pull that shirt out and wear it. I even offer to iron it. When we are stopped now, the conversation is a wee bit different. Maybe it's because the last time he wore his shirt, I wore...well... I wear mine!


 When the signs don't work, I like using billboards instead.

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Notions and Potions

If I could, I would, and I would be the richest girl in the world!

Everyday my appreciation grows fonder at where I've landed in life's journey. I'm so proud of me. I listened. I tried. I cried. I succeeded! Once you get a taste of freedom, you hunger for more. When you get to the point where folks will have to accept you like you are or not at all, and you are alright with it, then you have reached your freedom. People like me will change throughout our life cycles most times for the better. Then, it becomes up to others to decide if they will adjust to our change, and love us with it or not. Unconditional love. I'm talking about self worth. Men tend to acquire self worth at conception. Stupid Lucky Bastards! But for women, sadly it can take almost a lifetime to get.

So I say, if I could, I would and I would be the richest girl in the world!

If I could bottle it up like a potion to ingest or a perfumed spray mist to inhale, Lawd! Lawd! Lawd!!! I would be slipping some women a whole lot of Mickeys! Just imagine if you could take something that would remove the inhibition, or block the mind restraints of being what and who you are supposed to be, careless to what others may think. If women could just take something to remove the fear.

But the mentality has to be coupled with the appropriate intelligence otherwise you would be just a selfish cocky "B" with nothing to show for it.  God knows what He's doing though. He knows that kind of power isn't for every woman, some just can't handle it. He knows you have to earn it and go through initiation so once it's obtained you protect it at all cost. Damn! Now if only they knew.  I just wish more women knew better.

Monday, April 09, 2012

I Hate to Eat and Run

This weekend I visited a place for a nice outing. It was different, then again, no it wasn't. The venue was nice and different but the atmosphere was still the same. The place was St. Genevieve and it was filled with usual characters from the same old live screenplay Bourgeois and Broke. Clearly there was a small percentage of people in there who might actually belong but the rest were fallacious fakers. The females were on a prowl trying hook anything that remotely resembled walking dollar signs. Men were pretenders who saved their entire month's salary to escape where they live for just one night which, by the way, is in that back room of their momma's house.

But what the hell! I enjoyed the scenery for pure entertainment purposes only, I was due.  I was drinking and I was hungry too. I didn't get a chance to see the menu before the food was ordered but chicken was ordered. You can't go wrong with chicken can you? Nope. Not unless it's paired with watermelon...on the same plate.

It's called Mumbai Fried Chicken and it's on the menu described as tamarind chutney and watermelon pickles. WTF! They may as well have called the dish Nigga's Delight! When the dish arrived at first I didn't notice it. I picked up a piece of chicken and ate it....no biggie. On that second piece though, that's when I saw the "watermelon pickles" a.k.a just some plain ass watermelon cut into chunks.

That's when the lights came on! Neither one of us had any idea and judging from the menu I don't think anyone could have known. I was offended but it was too late. It was pointless to make a scene about the menu. What could I do? Nothing. So I did what any self respecting black person would do. I fucked up that chicken and watermelon and left no crumbs on the plate, then I hauled ass out of there!

Tuesday, April 03, 2012

Shit MY Paw Says...

There is a guy who started this craze with a post called Shit My Dad Says. I have to admit some of the stuff on there is funny and I can definitely relate. It's mind blowing some of the things that comes out of our parents mouths. I wonder where do they get their thoughts from. Many of my posts stem from conversations I've had with my father that leaves me in aww. And I don't know if it's the aww in a good way all of the time either. Yet again J.O. Smooth hasn't disappointed me. I was visiting home taking care of some "bitness" and naturally when I go down there he is my road dog. So we were in the car talking about ALL sorts of shit. We laugh and talk about people, we laugh and talk about problems, we laugh and talk about ourselves. We have a great relationship, best friends too.

The conversation went like this:

Me: Yeah we went over there by Reese and her new lil Boo was over there. He's a nice guy, seem to be real cool people. I like him. I hope he is real good to her and I hope he sticks around.

J.O: Oh Yeah? He's a cool lil dude?

Me: Yep! And guess what his name is?

Now let me pause right here for a second. When someone ask you to guess something, most people we would guess the answer is in vicinity of something familiar. My thinking would be to say a name of person I knew or someone close to me with the same name. So I was expecting him to say maybe....I don't know...J.O.?

This is where I sigh. Conversation resumes:

Me: Yep! And guess what his name is?

J.O. blurts out: NICODEMUS!

And I mean it came out of his mouth so fast, like it took him no thought...like he had Touretts or something! WTF! Huh? How did he come up with Nicodemus? I'm curious...I had to ask. "J.O. do you know someone whose name is Nicodemus that roams this earth?...I'm not talking about that fellow in the Bible, I mean a living person...do you know a Nicodemus?" Of course he says Nope! I just kept saying it to myself over and over again. Nicodemus. Nicodemus dude. Really? Nicodemus? Nick-O-deeeeem-us. Nicodemus.

Monday, April 02, 2012

Go To Hell in 2012

I've been talking to some folks in my circle and I usually hear a definitive response to they way they feel about something. The response is an affirmation on how I should expect one to behave from this point forward, usually tinted with a clever saying much like the one in the title above. I've taken an curious notice to these because from time to time I feel the way they do and come up with my own. I often listen to what drive these quotes and most times agree with their conclusion. Some quotes are derived from selfishness and others the realization of being fed up. In any case I've collected a few from various sources not just my own.

Go To Hell in 2012
  • I think you can figure what that one means.

Do You.... When You Want To 
  • I've been told this one means that you don't have to make special arrangements to be yourself or do things that makes life bearable to you with regards of putting some others consideration above your own. If you feel like being nice, go for it...if not, no love lost.
I Will Adjust
  • Simple phrase but a heavy weight. This means they don't have to do a damn thing. There is nothing for them to change. You will do all the changing. Let that person be. You will adjust your attitude and actions for what is more suitable for you to handle and in your favor.
I Ain't Arguing
  • Going around and around with no solution or beneficial outcome is a waste of my time. A person who does the same thing but expects a different outcome is a fool. Don't loose your breath just adjust.
I've used these and mouthed these quotes and will continue to do so. It's a shame that the world has gotten this way, to the point where its ok to be an asshole or selfish. I don't know if it's always been this way or if it just hit home for me. It seems as though I am now in survivor mode and blending with the masses but at one time in my life the consideration of others first was taught to me and applied. Everyone reaped the benefit of being kind to one another but something happened along the way.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012

Truth to the 3rd Degree


In an conversation this morning with my favorite cousin in the whole wide world we have concluded quite a few things. You see today is her birthday and like all birthdays it's like our personalized New Year's we tend to reflect. The thing that resonated the most with us is that we will be true. If not to anyone else, we will be true to ourselves. Truth and trust for me comes in levels of degrees. This is where I weigh the honest according to those involved and the circumstances and what I expect the outcome to be through the actions of others and myself. I've defined levels 1-3.

Level 1

Keeping Your Mouth Shut
  • When someone confides in you, don't tell their business. Naturally I expect people to give me the same courtesy and I would hate to think that I would have to start every conversation with "Don't Tell Anybody, but uhh...".  Well obviously you do. You have to communicate instructions, people naturally think it's ok to be forthcoming with your business even if you think about the courtesy with theirs. 
Level 2

High Alert
  • There are those in your life, who you know can love you, and wouldn't want to see harm come to you, but they don't want to see good come to you either. That's the truth! They can be family or friends, real close to you, but with them you have to decide what to share. You have to  be guarded. You can allow some information but it's got to be filtered because while some may even appear to have your best interest at heart, it's something about you they either secretly admire, secretly hate or secretly covet.
Level 3

Honesty
  • This one I've found to be the hardest one to come by. It involves the actions in doing and sometimes not doing. This is the truth where you want to know a person is doing right by you. You have to define what "right by you" is for you. For some it may be keeping employment or being treated with gentleness and kindness for others it might be fidelity. I believe however, in this kind of truth, you have to be a participant, not just the expecting party. This is the one where you call a spade a spade. You should be able to put all the cards on the table and then decide if you will or will not/can or cannot. 
Trust for me counterbalances love, if not more. I crave all three levels to be rectified in my life and I plan on starting with me. Since I have these levels spelled out, I have to sort out. I can place who goes where and handle those accordingly.  I want to be privy to not having to do this. I wish I could be me and share me without having to put so much thought and energy into maintaining relationships this way. But humans are flawed.

Monday, March 12, 2012

Horror Flicks

M.O.M and I were talking about scary movies and what we have classified as the all time most scariest movies in our day. Candyman and Exorcist reigned supreme in our picking. In comparison to today's scary movies we landed on the thought that this era's scary movies are mostly either gory or comedic. They don't generate a natural idea of something to fear. With the costumes and make-up and horrible story line or plot, there's the lacking of the reality of fearful circumstances or ideal of something to fear in real life. Both of those movies in our opinion captured the idea of something in reality to fear. They are both human mixed with truth and the possibility that this could really happen because they both display the evil side of a spiritual realm.  We also have to consider the place and time in our lives when these movies came out, very young and impressionable. It's still so amazing though how human and less monstrous those movies from back in the day was so scary to me.

Aside from movies now their are other shows on TV that I have found to give a whole different meaning to the word scary. Perhaps they are scary to me because it's reality and we know reality can be scary. Shows like The First 48 Hours, it takes you on a journey of finding out what happened to the person who was murdered and how or if they find a killer. This show is real TV, there are no scripts or actors. Find Our Missing is one that searches for answers or closure on mostly black children who were kidnapped or went missing and how authorities take a different approach on finding these children opposed to when a white child is missing. Now this show hits home for me because it is a scary thought if this were to happen to me. I would die.

We had just had this discussion about the scary movies and this show Finding Our Missing. This morning at the gas station as I was pumping gas I saw a flyer for a kid in my neighborhood who went missing earlier in the week. I've never been that close to this idea before but there it was right in front of me, this scary movie is happening to a mother who's kid is missing and this family is right in my backyard. This could be my family going through this terrible ordeal. This could have been my reality and just thinking about it is scary enough.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Lent


I'm not Catholic so I don't participate in Lent. But this year Black Magic and I have decided that it would be a good idea to fast during this time of Lent. It's a forty day fast that starts on the day after Fat Tuesday (Mardi Gras) and commence to 6 days before Easter Sunday.

So after short consideration I came up with giving up cussin (cursing), Black Magic will give up coffee and cussin. I figure giving up coffee would be much easier for her than giving up profanity for me. I like cussin! It sounds so dirty yet it's profound. Sometimes there's not a translation for what you witness and no better words can prescribe it like a curse word(s). I realize this, most people do. That's why they use it and against better judgment sometimes.

Because I realize this, I know we will need help and have discovered a list of replacement words/phrases for when your better judgement kicks in and you can't use the actual words. I've also taken the liberty to provide more than one consideration for the appropriate occasion. Here's just a few to get you started:

 



I will be using these. Hopefully this can inspire someone to take small steps towards being a better human. While I like cussin, I also want to know that I have enough control over me to not do it as well. I want to afford myself the choice. Happy Lent-ting!

Monday, February 20, 2012

Humbuggish

Today I am...in the words of Little Miss...A MEANIE! I don't know what's jumped into me lately. I don't want to be nice. I don't want to be caring. I don't want to be forgiving. I don't want to be loving. I enjoy being mean. It comes natural these days. Let me tell you some of the mean things I've done and wanna have the nerve to be happy about it too!

Incident 1
  • Called my boss out of "it's" actual name and referred to it by the name I've created, Count Chocula. To it's face. 
Incident 2
  •  When driving I let NO ONE in and I park in the handicap sections (for quick in and outs).

Incident 3 (Weekend Meanie Only)
  •  I wear my O'bama T-shirt everywhere that has the white house and his face on it and it says...Paint It Black (meaning the white house). I want to be humbuggish and you should see the looks I get shot at me wearing it. 

Incident 4
  • I cut people off when they are speaking. My body language speak volumes! I roll my eyes. I tell my co-worker she's got a picky head.

Incident 5
  • I purposely do the opposite of what I'm told.

I know its supposed to be nice to be nice but quite frankly no the hell it isn't. Not all the time. Since I've been a Meanie today I do feel liberated. I feel like I've gotten some things off my chest and I am in control. I should use all of this control to do right and be good but it's just so much more fun being mean sometimes. I have decided that I will allow myself this at least once every three months (or fiscal year). That means I will get it back 3 times in one year which I think is an even wash considering I get it sometimes anyway when I do right. Karma is not fair...she's a Meanie.

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

Today marks a very memorable occasion and not because it's Valentines Day. I'm not fond of the day actually. I have a whole new meaning to the term love and by the time I'm done with my definition, it may no longer be described as Love. As I have mentioned in other post I can go without the celebration of it. 

For M.O.M on the other hand he likes celebrations..any kind. So after repeating there's no need to buy me anything we need to conserve, he does what? He doesn't listen! I remind him every chance I get that his listening skills are poor. Of course he hates when I let him know...again! 

But this time ignoring me was appreciated. It's a memorable occasion because in 16 years he heard me. Anyone close enough who knows me knows I do not like roses. The man got me the most beautiful tulips! I love tulips and tiger lilies. I like the way the word tulips sound and there are 150 species in an assortment of colors and variety.  Did you know they are only available from November to May? And that they only last 3-7 days! That's why I love them! It takes ample time for them to come to full blossom, they are only available at their best during their season for a short time and with just a blink of an eye, their life span is over. They remind me of humans. You can learn a lot from flowers. 

Anyhoo aside from your botanical brainwash my pernt (point) is that this Valentines Day might not be so lame and I can say I think the man actually heard me...Today. Oops I didn't get him anything but I'm in luck because today is Tuesday and there is that 99 cent Tuesday special at Popeyes! Whoo Hoo! Valentines Day dinner is served!

Thursday, February 09, 2012

Not your Ripley's Believe it or Not

There are some things in this life that are true but unbelievable and there are somethings that are unbelievable because they are untrue. But one thing is for certain that I can now hang my hat on. When someone shows you who they are...you better BELIEVE them. I found out through multiple experiences that people's actions do not lie. When they show you who they are, take their word for it!

I was reading this blog the other day and WOW...perfect example of what I mean. Clearly you can't change other people but you can respond in a way that's most beneficial to you. That's what I'm working on. Believing and responding. So I have come up with some identifiable characteristics that we are all familiar with and ways I respond to them.

  • The Asshole
    • Laughing, they hate when you do this
    • Ignoring
    • Sarcasm (but you have to be serious when you do it, try not to laugh in this case)
  • The Meanie
    • Sarcasm
    • Smiling (blink your eyes at them a lot!)
    • Asking (Ask tons of questions)
  • The Dummy
    • Be kind, they are dumb
    • Have patience, they are dumb
    • Repeat (repeat often, so that the words sink in...eventually)
    • or Ignore (the easiest)
  • The Selfish
    • Ofter them something they need or want (like you are going to give it to them), then tell them where they can purchase it! (Humph! Talk about garlic to a vampire!...That'll get 'em!)

Now that I've mentioned a few basic encounters you will have in your lifetime, you are equipped to respond accordingly. I have on occasion...well many occasions, fallen into either group (mostly meanie) and now I try to catch myself. I usually give a disclaimer to start so the person has the option to believe me or not when I tell them who I am today.

Thursday, February 02, 2012

Great

 When we use the words "Grand" and "Great" usually we think of money, lifestyles or domiciles. Our thoughts usually tend to think those words equate to something worthy or good. Nope! Not always!

 He's 18 and expecting a new baby soon. He's not the first nor will he be the last. I have officially gotten over his mistake and now have to get over something else. I have to get over my SWAG turning into HAG!

Not unless you want to be somebody's Great Aunt and I sure as hell DO NOT want to be anyone's Great or Grand anything! Especially at 26 years old! (cough cough) This dude is really messing up my steelo. My Neph is throwing a monkey wrench in my program big time.

At one time, he was my little baby, I am his second mother so we are pretty close and that was real cute back then. Now that he's having a baby I don't find it all that cute. Can you imagine me in the store with this kid and someone says to me.."Aww look how cute your son is!" Knowing me, I would blurt out "This ain't my kid!" "This is my...." Well shit! I'm at a loss for words. You know damn well I won't say this is my Great Nephew.

I guess I have to ponder on this one a little more. I could claim myself as the Nanny, but that's not entirely true because they won't pay me to babysit the kid. I could be Godmother, but they haven't asked me and I can't assume. I guess I will be what I have always been to my Neph...just Teedy. I can salvage some swag left with being a Teedy right? Yeah! that's just Great! Great Aunt that is. I cannot believe I will be somebody's Great Aunt. Sucks!

Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Fabulous Introduction of Ms. Hydie

Have you ever gotten to a point where you become the scary kind of crazy? I mean like deliriously, see red, laughing uncontrollably, bonafide CRRRRAAZY (yes all caps kind of crazy)? That's the good kind! That's the kind of crazy where other people might want to leave the room but not me! I want to get some popcorn because I know it's going to be good show.

Now when I'm on the other side of crazy and I am the player not the spectator, I start an uncontrollable laughter because I know how this is gonna play out in my head and that's sane part of me coming forth to show the preview, while the insane part is on the other side plotting all sorts of evil.

I was listening to a sermon where my Pastor advises the married men in the congregation to keep their wives talking if they are angry. He says that if they get quiet, you will have major problems on your hands and you don't know what they are thinking...and you don't want to find out! Obviously he was a victim.

But for victims to be, there is help! Look for the signs. The laughing, pacing back and forth, fidgeting, and the most noticeable, key phrases. A key phrase is the prompt a victim gets right before the camel's back breaks. When you hear my speedy, but clam, "Oh, OK" in a high pitch, please BEWARE! Furniture is about to start moving. Spectator - Get the popcorn! Victim - Get OUT!

Not many times has Ms. Hydie come to the forefront but my victim has a permanent scar that serves a reminder to this day an introduction was warranted. And although Hydie is not someone many people will get to meet, I still consider her to be my girl.

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

Hello World!



At the age of 16 I had one of these. Now the dictionary defines it as being upper-class or wealthy. We were neither. LOL! My parents were middle-class and far from snobby. Well, thinking about my parents...extremely far from snobbish. I made my debut through the church anyway. That was my first debut. I think for women we have many throughout our lifetime. We are constantly presenting to society. We debut our careers, our first-born, our friendships, our religion, even our love is a debut. We have lots to offer to the world, and such drama queens we can be!


Today I would like to present a new me, better yet, a renewed me. This presentation is one that I won't introduce with an elaborate ball or sounding of the trumpets, nothing like that. I will introduce it with the utmost subtlety. You will see a change in me, if you knew me already. I love the potential. I embrace the idea of this renewed confident intellectually thinking, self assured, fine woman I am ready to present.

Friday, January 06, 2012

Recap

I was reading my past blogs over the years and you know what I think? 
LOL!